Candy-colored and sugarcoated, “Let My People Go!” tosses gay stereotypes into a Jewish holiday, adds the bedroom-door-banging beats of French farce, then piles on the dysfunction. And if you’re still with me after that lot, then you’re exactly the audience this movie is looking for.

Considering the film’s frantic collision of religious and sexual humor — including a Coming Out of Egypt party and a can of something that could be described as spray-on circumcision — this campy debut feature from Mikael Buch is surprisingly inoffensive. Eddying around Reuben (Nicolas Maury), a childlike gay postman who enjoys a “Truman Show” existence in Finland with his dreamy partner (Jarkko Niemi), the film’s prelude-to-Passover plot kicks off with an unexpected windfall and a domestic spat. Slinking back to his Jewish family members in Paris, Reuben finds them noisily weathering imminent divorce (his sister), a long-term affair (his father) and general emotional instability (his asthmatic mother).

Between fending off the family’s randy lawyer and pining for his lover — whose peaceful updates from Finland offer sweet relief from the frenzied Parisian shenanigans — Reuben is a whiny and uncoordinated prodigal son. His constant chafing at himself and the world is the film’s biggest problem; by the midway point we’re all wishing him back in Finland where he belongs.